Swingers in the Cyber Cafe - Ft. Lauderdale, Florida

I haven't written here in some time so I could write about many many incredible things that are going on in my life, but instead, I'll just share a bit about a couple of very recent encounters I had in the Cyber Cafe I am running on this current work trip.

Yesterday I sat here reading silly Internet cartoon web logs and arranging travel for out of town associates who are coming to my town for one of my boss's big meetings in December. An unusual looking couple (they really seemed to be a couple, but I have no real evidence to back up my assumptions, so you'll just have to trust me) came in and sat at terminals next to each other. The man was in his mid to late fifties and had a very European look. What was left of his hair was cut in a severe buzz cut, fancy glasses, big fancy watch, dressed in black shorts and a black tank top that revealed all kinds of muscles and ink. He also had stretched earlobe piercings with small (probably 8-6 gauge) tunnels in them.

The woman, in her mid-late thirties was tall and fit with short blonde hair also dressed in a black tank top and black shorts. She also had her share of ink. She reminded me a little of Brigitte Nielsen.

I noticed that one of the machines near them showed the blue screen of death, so I got up to reboot it and I noticed that the guy was looking at nasca.com (I'm omitting the URL because it's probably not safe for work, school or your mom's house -- if you really want to go there, I trust that you know how your browser's address bar works). NASCA, I have since discovered is "an Association of Clubs, Events, Services and others related to the Swinger/Lifestyle Community." At the time it just looked a little sexual and it made me curious enough to go to the site myself and find out why this guy was doing so much scrolling and making so many notes.

This morning he returned, went to the same page (my company is no longer using those little speak and spell machines, so the computers are now attached to large flat screen displays that show me (and anyone else in the room) exactly what people are looking at -- I usually mind my own business, but certain things catch my eye -- I can't help it) and this time he must have noticed that I have a printer because he printed out quite a few pages before leaving.

It doesn't bother me that this man and his partner engage in this sort of activity, nor does it really bother me that he was looking for places to engage in it at the Cyber Cafe that my company provides for his professional association. However, it absolutely makes me curious about how somebody can feel so free to let total strangers (and professional colleagues) have access to such information about them. I guess that's all I wanted to share - my own curiosity. Maybe I'm just boring and if I were less boring I would want to share every twisted part of my being with the entire universe.

Maybe I need to remember to roll my clock back tonight so I don't show up at the airport tomorrow morning for my ass o' clock AM flight an hour before the stupid ticket counter staff even shows up. Maybe you need to do that too because you want to be a good citizen. Maybe I need to work on my tendency toward digression...

That is all.

Thanks for playing.